I’m not exactly sure why this sorry old dilapidated house has captured my attention and imagination, but when we drive past it, all I can think about is how on one particular day, the sun rose in the sky and a family was excited to be moving into this brand new house.
I think about all the joys and sorrows and victories and tragedies that played out there. And then on another appointed day, someone closed the door on that house for the very last time and walked away.
And it all happened in the blink of an eye.
This old falling down farm house takes time out of the realm of the abstract, where Next Time seems reasonable, and puts it squarely into the concrete where no one is guaranteed another day.
And that makes me flinch just a little.
The original picture has some sort of tarp (?) on the roof which I Photoshopped out. The original photo can be seen here if you are interested.